Wednesday, April 07, 2010

april post-a-poem {4}

i'm writing a poem she saidyou can't read it she saidit's only for me she saidthe words are all mine she saidyou wouldn't like it she saidyou wouldn't get it she saidi am different than you she saidnot better than you she saidbut different than you she saidi won't let you read it she saidnot even if you ask nicely she saidand then she left it out on the tableopen for all to see (except me)and walked out of the doorand that's all she said.